The Plane

By Luis Ostos 

It was a normal day. The skies were as blue as Neptune. I woke up and got dressed. It was going to be a boring day. I had at least 2 pop quizzes and a project due today. I wanted to stay home because it was only the third week of school, and I did not want to do anything for at least a month. My mom drove me to school thinking nothing was going to happen, but there was at least a mile of traffic since I live in the city. My school was in New York, and I lived about 10 minutes away because I live in New Jersey. I got to school about 10 minutes late, but they excused me because half of the school was not there. I got to my first period which was science. That was my first pop quiz. It was 10 questions, and they were hard because I did not study the night before. I somehow got an 80% and I felt happy about my grade. My second period was band class, and we have an upcoming fall concert in October. Then the principal came on the speaker and said, “Pardon of the interruption but students we have been notified to pick students up because a plane has hit one of the towers here in New York.” He then started calling out the names of the students that got picked up by their parents.  

I was one of the first to be picked up, so I quickly packed up my stuff and left quickly. I saw my mom and I asked what happened. As we walked out of the building, we saw smoke coming out of our left side up in the air. So, we quickly rushed to the car and we got closer to the site. The World Trade Center was on fire and was smoking. I could hear the ambulances getting closer to the scene. News anchors were quicky rushing to the scene and a bunch of helicopters flew in the air. I wondered why it hit the building and not the rest of New York. Although I did not wish it would hit anything in New York. Was this an accident or on purpose? We were at least 5 miles away from the Twin Towers and there was a journalist approaching us. He was asking questions like “Do you think this was an accident?” or “What do you think about this event?” He left and the building was still in smoke. We saw someone jump off from the 89th floor. I guess he could not handle it anymore. I saw a small thing flying in the air. It looked like a plane going to Long Island. I watched it descend and it looked like it was going to hit the second tower. And BAM! It hit the second tower. We left the scene right after that because America was under attack. When I got home, we immediately turned on the news. Every year till now, I visited the memorial on September 11. Luckily, I had no family there, but I had some friend's parents who were with them. But I wonder--did they ever mean to do it?